was it love or the cheap liquor, i’d bought reluctantly,
compelled you to unbutton my green, cotton shirt
and tossed it away in that messy room?
that uninteresting night, behind those dark, heartless clouds, that moon was desperate to be seen and narrated by an emotionless poet to their lover.
you made the night blush.
the moon glistened more as my cold fingers stroked your right ear.
under the dim yellow light, you lay upon me.
as I rubbed the phallus, under the space-coloured blue pants of mine,
over the tender clit under that cute, tight pyjama of yours.
you pushed your pelvis into my groin
that shiver in your voice later and those electrified,
tiny hair strands around your neck -
how can I forget?
i’d be lying if i said that it hadn’t gotten me off.
i was provoked to feel, breathe and explore you.
somewhere it was hilly, and somewhere it was beachy on you.
i thought you’d be impressed by the way i unhooked your brassiere.
but
your wits.
ha-ha!
you questioned, “who taught you?”
i smiled just to diminish the existence of your question which eventually led some neurotransmitters inside your head to work against your will.
my laugh. yes, it was so infectious that it invited more trouble for you.
i uncovered those gentle breasts, and you put my hand on the left one.
we kissed passionately.
your tongue had played for a few moments beneath mine ‘til i held it between my teeth.
how untypical i was when i copied you.
your tongue tasted like saccharin as if the underside of your tongue melted, entered my bloodstream, and destroyed the wirings inside my brain.
you lost yourself within me
when you said, “i’ve always been a self-centered bitch and now you’re my center.”
i took off all that was on you.
some twists and turns, and we switched positions.
intentionally, i let my body loose and dropped myself upon you.
annoyed, you hit me twice and pushed me back when i laughed.
i remember you giggled as you undid my belt.
you slid my pants down to the knees.
and i entered you slowly; you sparked.
you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from moaning.
the pain made you penetrate your fingernails deep inside my skin.
and the sweetness intoxicated your spine.
that arch, from pubis to nape, got your chest closer to my lips.
and i kissed them affectionately.
the whiskers you scarred on my back; blood would fill them soon.
compelled you to unbutton my green, cotton shirt
and tossed it away in that messy room?
that uninteresting night, behind those dark, heartless clouds, that moon was desperate to be seen and narrated by an emotionless poet to their lover.
you made the night blush.
the moon glistened more as my cold fingers stroked your right ear.
under the dim yellow light, you lay upon me.
as I rubbed the phallus, under the space-coloured blue pants of mine,
over the tender clit under that cute, tight pyjama of yours.
you pushed your pelvis into my groin
that shiver in your voice later and those electrified,
tiny hair strands around your neck -
how can I forget?
i’d be lying if i said that it hadn’t gotten me off.
i was provoked to feel, breathe and explore you.
somewhere it was hilly, and somewhere it was beachy on you.
i thought you’d be impressed by the way i unhooked your brassiere.
but
your wits.
ha-ha!
you questioned, “who taught you?”
i smiled just to diminish the existence of your question which eventually led some neurotransmitters inside your head to work against your will.
my laugh. yes, it was so infectious that it invited more trouble for you.
i uncovered those gentle breasts, and you put my hand on the left one.
we kissed passionately.
your tongue had played for a few moments beneath mine ‘til i held it between my teeth.
how untypical i was when i copied you.
your tongue tasted like saccharin as if the underside of your tongue melted, entered my bloodstream, and destroyed the wirings inside my brain.
you lost yourself within me
when you said, “i’ve always been a self-centered bitch and now you’re my center.”
i took off all that was on you.
some twists and turns, and we switched positions.
intentionally, i let my body loose and dropped myself upon you.
annoyed, you hit me twice and pushed me back when i laughed.
i remember you giggled as you undid my belt.
you slid my pants down to the knees.
and i entered you slowly; you sparked.
you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from moaning.
the pain made you penetrate your fingernails deep inside my skin.
and the sweetness intoxicated your spine.
that arch, from pubis to nape, got your chest closer to my lips.
and i kissed them affectionately.
the whiskers you scarred on my back; blood would fill them soon.
the scratches looked like the whiskers of the kitten with whom you had been playing earlier in the evening.
it had scratched your pretty nose with its small paw when you tried to kiss it.
you were weakened, yet you overpowered me.
the love had drenched the walls of the small home inside you; softer than slime.
but often it became hard as your eyebrows came closer
as a rational fear grew in your eyes.
i kissed your forehead and rubbed my palm over your left cheek.
you loved me back; your eyes sparked again.
we cuddled, spooned, and humped until midnight. you snuggled up my chest, and i kissed you goodnight.
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